A Monster In The House Novels & Stories

“You killed both of them. You’re a monster.” Adriano stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away. “Your father destroyed my family first,” he said quietly. “Tonight is justice.” Max shook his head again, furious and trembling. “You don’t know anything! You don’t understand—” Before he could finish, the front door opened. Nora walked in, exhausted from her shift at the hospital. She dropped her keys on the table and called out, “Mom? Dad? I’m home—” Her words stopped abruptly.

“You hear that?” Mama’s eyes went to the door. “Mm.” “What is it?” I asked. She grinned, all mischief again. “Da dead. Dey like company. I tole you, da dead do walk tonight. Dey answerin’ Marie call.” A shape bumped the stilts under us. The shack shuddered. A hand, grey, bloated, ringed, floated up against the step and then slipped away, dragged by something we couldn’t see. I looked to the door. The gator watched me with old eyes. Past it, something enormous moved under the surface, then sank. The swamp swallowed its secret.

"Who do you think you are? You don't get to call me by my name. I took you in, not so you could come out here and play the homewrecker!" The crowd below drew in a sharp breath, staring at me with a mix of shock and sympathy. "Who in their right mind would hit Mrs. Pellegrini? Don't they know what Mr. Pellegrini can do?" "A while back, a low-ranking man insulted her and was sent to the Dark Zone. He was tortured for three days and nights, and not long after, he went insane and ended his own life." "She must have a death wish to lay a hand on the pregnant Mrs. Pellegrini!"

Light glints off each crystal teardrop, shining onto the ceiling and the jade green walls. The house looks very different than it did the last time I was here. It's finished now, the marble floors so polished they almost reflect us back, and every surface is gleaming. Our house has the original hardwood floors and although it's clean, nothing gleams quite like it does here. This house also looks to be twice the size of ours now. A woman barks an order and I jump, turning in the direction of the shout. Dad walks in and takes me by the shoulders, scooting me out of the way of two men hauling something heavy between them.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

The text reads: HEY, HOW ARE YOU? ..... I smile warmly. I have not heard from Jason since the beach day. I will text him later, after my meet up with the devil. Lizzie, that is. In no time, I’m on the street that Lizzie told me her house is. I walk to the huge house. The lawn is perfect, the windows are gigantic. The house is extremely modern. A little rectangular tag is near the door and it says: 666.

He asks from the door. "Yes, just go on in." Dad disappears behind the door, but in the few seconds it opens, something creeps out and wraps around me. My skin pimples and a shiver climbs up my spine. Something is in there, in that house, and it's alluring tactics are rising a panic within me. My mother asks, "You're sick? What's wrong? Are you going to vomit? Speak, Brigie. Talk to me." Then it hits me.

For me. I shrugged. Plucking the beer bottle out of his fingers, I studied it for a minute. “How many of these have you had?” “My first. I can drive, Cyber.” Monster huffed. “Want to explain to me why she's just come down here looking like she wants to either slit your throat or burst into tears?” I could feel his bright eyes on my face, but I didn't answer him. “Everyone could hear her an hour ago,” Monster carried on, ignoring the death stare I threw in his direction. “Sounded like the two of you were getting on pretty well.” He grinned.

"What's going on? Is something really wrong with her health?" Maria glared at him and spat, "What do you think? Do you think she's lying to you? She doesn't have the energy to do that now!" Mom and Dad anxiously flocked over to me. They tried to touch my scars with trembling hands. It seemed like they only now realized how much pain I was in from all these injuries. "Why? We only sent her to improve her medical skills in Mykorra's war zone. Why would she turn out like this?" Mom covered her mouth. She still couldn't understand how this had happened.

“Buonasera, Signorina.” I forced a tight smile and kept walking. I wasn’t quite sure they knew that I didn't understand anything they spoke about. Descending the stairs, I found the remote resting on the couch. I picked it up and turned on the TV. The news turned on. At first, I wasn’t paying attention. Just everyday images. A reporter. A company logo. Stock market numbers. Then— My heart stopped for a quick second. Monroe Enterprises. I froze in place. My breath got stuck in my lungs as the words flashed across the screen.